Friday's Child lyrics by Will Young
Friday's Child - Will YoungIntro
1. Strophe
We've been told to live our lives
just working on a feeling.
Waiting for the sun to shine on
what we do believe in.
In every man I hear the cry of someone else,
a drowning man reaching out but no one hears.
I know a man living out his life without a reason.
And he says:
1. Refrain
Monday's got a beautiful baby. Mh mh.
And Wednesday's child can never win. He can never win.
Little Saturday will work till he's crazy. Hey hey.
But Friday's child, he was born to give.
2. Strophe
Now what about all the other people that will suffer, oh baby,
at the hands of Mister Right, who cares about no other.
I see a mother who lets her children use her up.
I've known a father to sacrifice his wayward son.
I wonder, what you give
that someone else is needing.
Next to nothing.
2. Refrain
Monday's got a beautiful baby. Oh no.
Wednesday's child can never win.
He can never, never, never win.
Little Saturday will work till he's crazy. No.
But Friday's child, is easy.
Monday's got a beautiful baby. No dodododo...
Wednesday's child can never win.
He will never, never, never win.
Little Saturday will work till he's crazy.
Yeah nothing.
But Friday's child, he was born to give.
Coda
Mh mh, oh no oh.
(Friday's child.
Friday's child.)
